"Although our Sky Group has the strength, the preferential conditions given are not necessarily higher than those of the others. The assistant said embarrassedly, "Our group already has two five-star SSR writing demons, so it doesn't make much sense to sign another emperor to come in." ”

"Forget it, let's not talk about signing a contract. How many people can you contact from the Writing Workshop?"

"I've been able to contact about half of them now, and fifty-four Writing Workshop owners have already messaged me back and are now on their way to the Writing Workshop. ”

"Let all who can come back come back. The last time a new genre of fiction appeared was six years ago.

Six years, there has been no new fiction category in the entire market for six years, and the market share of several major groups has not changed for six years. Now let them hurry back and tell their writing spirits to write new types of novels, that's the most important thing. ”

"Well, I understand that. The workshop owners, who could not be reached by mobile phone communication, had already sent people directly to the places they frequented to look for them. But boss, what kind of novel is this new genre novel, I haven't remembered to read it yet. ”

"I didn't have time to look at it. Zhang Qiumo sat down on the chair and clapped his hands.

A mechanical arm held an ink screen in front of Zhang Qiumo's eyes.

"At present, there are only 300,000 words of manuscripts, so let's take a look at them first. Zhang Qiumo and his assistant opened the manuscript of the ghost blowing lamp and read it.

As a veteran editor, Zhang Qiumo has read a lot of manuscripts, and the speed of reading them is not slow.

But it took him a full three hours to read the 300,000-word ghost blowing lantern manuscript.

"Boss, did you say that before this great rebellion, the nobles really built a cemetery underground?" asked the little assistant as he lit a cigarette trembling in fright.

"I don't know, I haven't robbed tombs. However, a lot of materials have been destroyed in the era of the Great Revolt, and it is not necessarily whether there is a so-called mechanical tomb or not. But this novel is really wonderful. ”

"People have electric lights, ghosts have power off, and the lights have been turned off without touching gold, which is like the truth. The little assistant hasn't completely detached himself from the plot world, "But according to the logic of this sentence, this novel should be called Ghost Power Outage, why is it called Ghost Blowing the Lamp?"

"You don't understand that. Zhang Qiumo said with a cigarette in his mouth, "According to the literature, before the appearance of electric demons, nobles used kerosene lamps and candles for lighting. At that time, the aristocracy had a special lantern-blowing demon who was responsible for blowing out candles at night.

Later, electric demons appeared, and human beings entered the age of electricity, but some nobles still continued the tradition and would extract and train some lantern-blowing demons to be responsible for turning off the lights at night. In keeping with their ancient heritage, these lantern-blowing spirits imitate the way they blow out a candle before turning off the lights. ”

"No wonder the rule of these sub-nobles has been overthrown. Even the lights are dedicated to creating a genre category. ”

"But it reminded me. Zhang Qiumo stood up and thought for a moment, and then said, "According to the regulations of the new alliance, the living materials of the nobles before the era of the Great Revolt are not allowed to be disseminated on the Internet, and I only learned about it after listening to my old man before. And this author actually knows this secret knowledge. It should be an old man who participated in the era of the Great Revolt. ”

"It's been more than 50 years since the era of the Great Revolt ended. The assistant was surprised, "Then the master of this writing demon spirit must be at least seventy or eighty years old." ”

"Do you know that there is a word called old wealth?" Zhang Qiumo said with his fingers raised, "The so-called old wealth refers to the old guy who has a huge amount of property. These old guys amassed a lot of wealth and all kinds of spirits when they were young. When they are old, they squat in their villas to retire with peace of mind.

These old fortunes have nothing to pursue except for the title of Emperor Ou, they have money, and there are a large number of high-star demon spirits, and many of them are actually old fortunes who smashed their five-star demon spirits before they died.

This author must also be an old fortune, and I don't know how many five-star demon spirits he has cultivated during this time. We must sign a contract with this person, in case he comes up with a new novel category before he dies, we will have time to react in advance and make a lot of money. ”

"Boss, are you sure he's an old man?" the assistant looked at the name of the workshop left by Xu An and said, "An old man who named his own workshop as Foodie Cloud?"

"Old wealth also has a young age. Zhang Qiumo patted his assistant on the head.

"I already have this image of old money in my mind. This should be an old man with a wrinkled face, but still in good spirits.

He should be resting on a bench in the garden of his villa at this time, surrounded by countless five-star SSR spirits.

Well, he must also be a person with a very high European gas value, and I estimate that his European gas value may break through two or even three points.

He doesn't have children or doesn't have a good relationship with them. So he doesn't plan to leave his property to his incompetent juniors, he will use all his huge wealth to draw cards during this time, cultivate five-star demon spirits, and strive to get a few more titles of European emperors before he dies. ”

Zhang Qiumo was already deeply trapped in his own fantasies. It's a pity that he hasn't drawn a painting demon, otherwise he must have ordered his painting demon to draw a portrait of this old man at this moment.

At this time, Xu An, the old rich man in Zhang Qiumo's fantasy, was looking at the broken wine glass in front of him.

Originally, he stayed in this small bar, drinking wine and singing, venting his fatigue for a while.

But who knew that a guy who suddenly broke in kicked his own wine glass directly.

Oh, he happens to know this guy who broke in out of nowhere.

It's the Lori patrol I met in the restaurant before!

"Patrol and handle cases, irrelevant personnel avoid!" When this Lori patrol came in, she roared and directly turned over the back of Xu An's card seat, kicking over Xu An's wine glass by the way.

"Is your name Chen Gang?" Lori patrolled her royal sister submachine gun with her right hand, and her eyes widened like copper bells at the other little brother sitting and drinking on the opposite card seat.

"Ah, I'm not, no, I mean I'm Chen Gang, but I haven't sinned. This little brother is obviously unprepared, and his mouth is a little gibberish.

"Hand over your phone. Lori Patrol stretched out her hand and shouted.

"Give. Chen Gang obediently took out his mobile phone.

Lori Patrol took out a card case the size of a normal person's palm from his back and stuffed Chen Gang's mobile phone into it.

'Content is being read. ’

'The content is read. ’

'If the violating content is discovered, it is determined that the violating content belongs to the illegal notification incident numbered 17429 issued by the Pig Trial System. ’

'It was determined that the owner of the mobile phone was a suspect in the number 17429 violation. ’

'Arrest him immediately, but if he resists, he will be killed on the spot!'